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JabberkillsListless lookOf seeking truths behind the empty spot in the corner of her mindRestless desiresBegging for the few coins to fill up her empty cupSilvery spinnerets envelopeStiflingSmotheringPushing down the limbs which jest enoughTo seek the lightSilenceNumb muscles tense in their reclined positionStuckNo exit from this mediocre bit of repetitionOne more hour spent inside the dusky crevices of your mindShe sees her old vices coming to her, full forceBut she does nothing to stop itFor nothing could be done during a time like this
Heavy.SilentTear soaked cheeks give rise to smilesThis hurt melds with my elationSo familiar, it fits so perfectFor this is how you made meSilence of the mind brings memoriesFluttering in, though uninvitedStillness, mourning overtakes meYet butterflies still hover in my stomachEven now you come to haunt meEven now you must remind meThough the dread is overwhelmingOur love was still the best of things
Methode des Raubsbeautylost between linesof denialhidden by first person perspectiveand surroundedbyhereticssoft light filters inreminding me ofmy unnaturalhabitslip splitstomach churningeyes burningheartyearningripples run down my fleshas my fingertips defy methey search for your fleshknowing of your absencei come up shortdisappointment finds roomto shove itself insidemy headand steps on logic's toesbut finds no one to shove it backthe empty crevices in my heartoverflow with your ownershipyour claim staked hereflag wavingso proudto have violated me
The Whimsy ChroniclesMolested by the tides of timeMy soul must hide, lest it be seenDifferent from the calloused fleshMeant only to protect meHidden in the pitch-black of painAvoiding the shadows of memoryRecedes to the point of beingHazy in its recollectionYou've witnessed my now lost purityYou've felt the edges of my sanityYou know exactly who I amThe hidden visage of my familiaritySo perhaps this is whyMy fortress is to you like paperBlown away at the mere thought of your faceLost with the notion of our shared painMy soul is open for you to exploreMy mind is yours to memorizeYou can match my every moveYou know all my fears and dreamsSo take my hand, you're free to leadMe into endless sufferingOr unsurpassed joy, should you so chooseI won't fight because I love you
Apocolypse of SelfThe tranquility of past daysIs melting before my eyesAs I claw at the liquid edgesOf everything I could cherishEven surfaces grow rocky and waveringI stand on shattered groundWatching the sky plummetWatching the stars burn outThe eager voice seduces me backInto the shadowed crevices of my normalityWhere a twisted creature is waiting for meMimicking me so perfectlyI sit amongst the briar bushThe thorns caressing my skinThe blood seeping forth and glisteningReflecting the monster's sadistic gleeThe creature pulls me forward, beggingTwisting the last remnants of meSo comforting is this lonelinessSo wonderful is this miseryI meet the creature face to faceAnd liquify as it envelopes meInto the pool I plunge, no last breathRealizing the demon is me